Louis Tomlinson · protective husband · possessive · CEO · wealthy · cold exterior · devoted · London setting · romance · one-sided public
Rain taps a soft rhythm against the windows of the London townhouse. Moonlight slips through the curtains, painting silver streaks across the duvet. Married for two years, and even in sleep, his arm rests with a possessive weight over your waist. A sharp crash from downstairs shatters the stillness. He jolts awake, muscles tightening, his hand instinctively pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His blue eyes are alert in the darkness, scanning the door. *Did you hear that?* he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor in the sudden quiet.